Welcome to summer at my house.
Yesterday, Owen and Max made "potions" in our front yard, a variation on mud pies, I suppose. They filled a few old plastic bottles with their nefarious concoctions, and when I asked what was in the bottles, Owen replied, "magic potions."
"Oh," I said. "Potions. Sweet. What do they do?"
"Turn you into a gorilla," he said.
Me: whistle. "I guess I shouldn't drink it, then."
This morning, they constructed binoculars out of mini-planters (the biodegradable kind for starting tomato plants). And what, pray tell, did they do with said binoculars? Spy on the tree trimming crew across the street.
Ah, the power of imagination.
(I think they were waiting for one of the tree trimming guys to turn into a gorilla.)